[Canon: Journey] An RP career of a thousand miles begins with...

[asinglestep]

[The Traveler chirps and whistles excitedly, very intrigued by this new frontier and the limitless possibilities it could potentially hold were its muse someone more reliable. Whether it's by telepathic image projection or by generally easy-to-read mannerisms, it seems the traveler is happy about the prospect of interacting with new creatures that probably won't attack it on sight and tear its scarf, but wonders if the problem of communication will be too significant to overcome.

Perhaps it will just have to learn how to use real words in the future, but words have never been needed before, so why start now?

Perhaps the white robed ones would know more.]

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[regretzio]

[strum]

[a different dialect, is it?]

♪ Chirp chirp whistle cheep
Chirrup tweet bingle bleep ♪

[asinglestep]

[Ooh, new sounds! The traveler pings back a few times, trying to question this strange creature on how many times it has reached the top of the mountain. Its cloak is strange and its voice is unfamiliar, but the traveler can't decide whether this could mean if the creature is more experienced or less experienced.]

[motherofthesun]

[Her ears quiver at the chirps and whistles and she glances around excitedly. That's interesting and new and she's never heard this before! Well, okay, all humans talking sound like chirps and whistles before its translated to her.]

[She bounds up to this new arrival with excited barks and woofs, hopping around them.]

[asinglestep]

[The traveler chirps and chimes in response, not quite recognizing this sound but interested by it all the same. It leans over to inspect this strange new creature, marveling at the impressive-looking magical symbols adorning it, not unlike the embroideries on its own cloak. It wonders briefly if this small being is like the White Robed ones, a being who has achieved a degree of enlightenment (or at least is very experienced).

It twirls around as the creature circles it, its scarf fluttering in the air behind it. It flaps its cloak out to try and touch the beast, curious as to what sort of fuzzy cloth it could be made of.]

[motherofthesun]

[The traveler could think something like that. The wolf continues circling, confused at the flutter, but realizes it getting close. Oh? A pet? Well, how quaint! She gives them a nudge, tail wagging.]

i'd like to take this opportunity to plug journey because it's like $15 on PSN and it's gorgeous

[asinglestep]

[Oh, no, not quite, o Mother of Us All. See, the traveler's cloak is an extension of itself, arms, wings, shield against the elements, symbol of its experience and the journeys it's taken, and its physical connection to the magic of the cloths and cloth creatures of its native land. The scarf flowing long and proud from the traveler's neck is not a vital part of the traveler's being, but a conduit for the magic it utilizes to fly with its cloak. The longer the scarf, the longer the traveler can stay aloft at a time. When a traveler has journeyed and explored and remade itself enough times, it can become one of the white-robed ones, experienced beings whose scarves are naturally longer and who can recover their magical energy quickly simply by touching the ground. They are often wise tutors by nature, leading red cloaks on their journey up the mountain, and this traveler holds them in very high regard. Seeing a similarity to these beings in Amaterasu, it feels inclined to believe it is also such a wise being. Or at least experienced.

... It tries to express all of this through chimes and chirps and pings, trying its best to project these images to this foreign creature. And, well, if it doesn't work, it's at least petting the doggy with its cloak-not-arm.]

Allllready played it :3

[motherofthesun]

[With each chime, chirp, and ping, Amaterasu's ears twitched and flicked. She didn't say anything, processing what he was trying to say, but she finally nodded. Interesting, interesting... though, is this journey alone?]

oh gosh i'm embarrassed :S For what it's worth i've played okami too :x

[asinglestep]

[OOC: I just thought I'd clarify some headcanon since there's such a lack of explicit details]

[The traveler stands upright again, looking off to the distance. It shakes its head, vague memories of companions its had in the past floating through its mind. Names and symbols don't hold as much permanence as actions - the actions of its companions has always defined their memories. Sometimes they leave, sometimes they appear when they're most needed, but their presence always defines a journey. The traveler chirps nostalgically about the first companions it had, about the first traveler it met at the start of its journey and stayed with all the way to the end of it.

Feeling a little lonely again, it sits down in front of Amaterasu and, well, it may as well be smiling, though it's not really easy to tell.]

Goodie~

[motherofthesun]

[How curious... Still, at least they weren't alone. A journey without a single companion can get lonely.]

[When they sit, she leans a little closer and gives them a lick.]